Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.